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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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Sitting on a grassy hillside with Margret. She is wearing a white skirt and blouse. We are laying back and resting upon our elbows. I'm in uniform. It is the afternoon and there are clouds coming and going in the sky. The hillside overlooks a small town. It appears to be some kind of park. We are enjoying the day and sitting very close. I want to get friendly with her and try to unbutton some of the buttons on her blouse. She gently slaps my hand and tells me no. She doesn't want me doing that out here in public. There is also someone else with us, but they are walking around somewhere. We steal a couple of short kisses and flirt with each other. I keep thinking that there should be pictures of us together. They were taken by the other person. It was a male in uniform. This is during the summer months. I keep thinking that this may have been sometime around my head injury. The town that we can see is nestled in low rolling hills and all is green. There is a church? tower nearby with a wooden roof top. Margret smiles lovingly at me and my ego is pretty pumped up by her attention. Maybe something else in addition since I do seem to have sex on the brain. I take her hand in mine and look at how delicate and soft it is. I'm contemplating on finding some place private after dinner. The look in her eyes drives me wild. The other person is approaching us from further up the hillside behind Margret's view. I see him coming. He is walking and looking at something in his hands. It is as if he has found something. I lean towards Margret and say something and she giggles and turns and looks at the other fellow in uniform. I think it is Werner. He sits down with us and wonders what we were snickering about. He shows us what he found. It is a couple of whitish purple flowers that are very small. For some reason edelweiss comes to mind. He seems to be surprised to have found these. |
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